[align=center][div style="width:60%;overflow:auto;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;text-align:justify"]There would have been a time, a long time ago, when seeing something such as a lion walking down the old abandoned tracks of a train would be seen to be rather odd, though it seemed as though in the time that was of now, it was a rather common thing to see, something to expect from time to time, and something that was not as odd as some might believe to think, as stranger things had happened before.
Izulu was currently walking down the old abandoned train tracks, his paws sloshing in the water, disgust written on his face with each step, though slowly he got used to the damp wetness that with what he walked on was feeling, and eventually the disgust faded and turned to content. Of course, he'd rather not have his feet wet in general, but at least now the initial feeling of something being wrong was gone, and instead was replaced with something more serene. He had found the train tracks and decided to follow them to the island - and the wall - that was now before him, so it was simply his own fault that his feet were wet in the first place. He was just glad he wasn't afraid of water, and simply didn't like it when it was covering him.
Upon discovering there was a wall in his way, Izulu had been half tempted to turn around and try somewhere else, try to go around or even just leave and never return - it seemed like a dead end after all - but instead of doing that, he simply decided to sit down and look over the looming thing, eyes rolling for a moment before he noticed the long ribbon on the side, bells and all. Standing back up, he would pad over towards the bells leaning forward and grasping them with his teeth before quickly yanking down, waiting as he heard the echo of the bell to see if someone would come.
Izulu was currently walking down the old abandoned train tracks, his paws sloshing in the water, disgust written on his face with each step, though slowly he got used to the damp wetness that with what he walked on was feeling, and eventually the disgust faded and turned to content. Of course, he'd rather not have his feet wet in general, but at least now the initial feeling of something being wrong was gone, and instead was replaced with something more serene. He had found the train tracks and decided to follow them to the island - and the wall - that was now before him, so it was simply his own fault that his feet were wet in the first place. He was just glad he wasn't afraid of water, and simply didn't like it when it was covering him.
Upon discovering there was a wall in his way, Izulu had been half tempted to turn around and try somewhere else, try to go around or even just leave and never return - it seemed like a dead end after all - but instead of doing that, he simply decided to sit down and look over the looming thing, eyes rolling for a moment before he noticed the long ribbon on the side, bells and all. Standing back up, he would pad over towards the bells leaning forward and grasping them with his teeth before quickly yanking down, waiting as he heard the echo of the bell to see if someone would come.
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